Shirley by Charlotte BrontĂ« (best books to read for teens .TXT) đ
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Shirley, published in 1849, was Charlotte BrontĂ«âs second novel after Jane Eyre. Published under her pseudonym of âCurrer Bell,â it differs in several respects from that earlier work. It is written in the third person with an omniscient narrator, rather than the first-person of Jane Eyre, and incorporates the themes of industrial change and the plight of unemployed workers. It also features strong pleas for the recognition of womenâs intellect and right to their independence of thought and action.
Set in the West Riding of Yorkshire during the Napoleonic period of the early 19th Century, the novel describes the confrontations between textile manufacturers and organized groups of workers protesting the introduction of mechanical looms. Three characters stand out: Robert Moore, a mill-owner determined to introduce modern methods despite sometimes violent opposition; his young cousin Caroline Helstone, who falls deeply in love with Robert; and Shirley Keeldar, a rich heiress who comes to live in the estate of Fieldhead, on whose land Robertâs mill stands. Robertâs business is in trouble, not so much because of the protests of the workers but because of a government decree which prevents him selling his finished cloth overseas during the duration of the war with Napoleon. He receives a loan from Miss Keeldar, and her interest in him seems to be becoming a romantic one, much to the distress of Caroline, who pines away for lack of any sign of affection from Robert.
Shirley Keeldar is a remarkable female character for the time: strong, very independent-minded, dismissive of much of the standard rules of society, and determined to decide on her own future. Interestingly, up to this point, the name âShirleyâ was almost entirely a male name; Shirleyâs parents had hoped for a boy. Such was the success of BrontĂ«âs novel, however, that it became increasingly popular as a female name and is now almost exclusively so.
Although never as popular or successful as the more classically romantic Jane Eyre, Shirley is nevertheless now highly regarded by critics.
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âDifficult or not, something must be done, something must be said. I could not, and would not, sit silent with all that beauty modestly mute in my presence. I spoke thus, and still I spoke with calm. Quiet as my words were, I could hear they fell in a tone distinct, round, and deep.
âââStill, I know I shall be strangely placed with that mountain nymph Liberty. She is, I suspect, akin to that Solitude which I once wooed, and from which I now seek a divorce. These Oreads are peculiar. They come upon you with an unearthly charm, like some starlight evening; they inspire a wild but not warm delight; their beauty is the beauty of spirits; their grace is not the grace of life, but of seasons or scenes in nature. Theirs is the dewy bloom of morning, the languid flush of evening, the peace of the moon, the changefulness of clouds. I want and will have something different. This elfish splendour looks chill to my vision, and feels frozen to my touch. I am not a poet; I cannot live with abstractions. You, Miss Keeldar, have sometimes, in your laughing satire, called me a material philosopher, and implied that I live sufficiently for the substantial. Certainly I feel material from head to foot; and glorious as Nature is, and deeply as I worship her with the solid powers of a solid heart, I would rather behold her through the soft human eyes of a loved and lovely wife than through the wild orbs of the highest goddess of Olympus.â
âââJuno could not cook a buffalo steak as you like it,â said she.
âââShe could not; but I will tell you who couldâ âsome young, penniless, friendless orphan girl. I wish I could find such a oneâ âpretty enough for me to love, with something of the mind and heart suited to my taste; not uneducatedâ âhonest and modest. I care nothing for attainments, but I would fain have the germ of those sweet natural powers which nothing acquired can rival; any temper Fate willsâ âI can manage the hottest. To such a creature as this I should like to be first tutor and then husband. I would teach her my language, my habits and my principles, and then I would reward her with my love.â
âââReward her, lord of the creationâ âreward her!âââ ejaculated she, with a curled lip.
âââAnd be repaid a thousandfold.â
âââIf she willed it, monseigneur.â
âââAnd she should will it.â
âââYou have stipulated for any temper Fate wills. Compulsion is flint and a blow to the metal of some souls.â
âââAnd love the spark it elicits.â
âââWho cares for the love that is but a sparkâ âseen, flown upward, and gone?â
âââI must find my orphan girl. Tell me how, Miss Keeldar.â
âââAdvertise; and be sure you add, when you describe the qualifications, she must be a good plain cook.â
âââI must find her; and when I do find her I shall marry her.â
âââNot you!â and her voice took a sudden accent of peculiar scorn.
âI liked this. I had roused her from the pensive mood in which I had first found her. I would stir her further.
âââWhy doubt it?â
âââYou marry!â
âââYes, of course; nothing more evident than that I can and shall.â
âââThe contrary is evident, Mr. Moore.â
âShe charmed me in this moodâ âwaxing disdainful, half insulting; pride, temper, derision, blended in her large fine eye, that had just now the look of a merlinâs.
âââFavour me with your reasons for such an opinion, Miss Keeldar.â
âââHow will you manage to marry, I wonder?â
âââI shall manage it with ease and speed when I find the proper person.â
âââAccept celibacy!â (and she made a gesture with her hand as if she gave me something) âtake it as your doom!â
âââNo; you cannot give what I already have. Celibacy has been mine for thirty years. If you wish to offer me a gift, a parting present, a keepsake, you must change the boon.â
âââTake worse, then!â
âââHowâ âwhat?â
âI now felt, and looked, and spoke eagerly. I was unwise to quit my sheet-anchor of calm even for an instant; it deprived me of an advantage and transferred it to her. The little spark of temper dissolved in sarcasm, and eddied over her countenance in the ripples of a mocking smile.
âââTake a wife that has paid you court to save your modesty, and thrust herself upon you to spare your scruples.â
âââOnly show me where.â
âââAny stout widow that has had a few husbands already, and can manage these things.â
âââShe must not be rich, then. Oh these riches!â
âââNever would you have gathered the produce of the gold-bearing garden. You have not courage to confront the sleepless dragon; you have not craft to borrow the aid of Atlas.â
âââYou look hot and haughty.â
âââAnd you far haughtier. Yours is the monstrous pride which counterfeits humility.â
âââI am a dependant; I know my place.â
âââI am a woman; I know mine.â
âââI am poor; I must be proud.â
âââI have received ordinances, and own obligations stringent as yours.â
âWe had reached a critical point now, and we halted and looked at each other. She would not give in, I felt. Beyond this I neither felt nor saw. A few moments yet were mine. The end was comingâ âI heard its rushâ âbut not come. I would dally, wait, talk, and when impulse urged I would act. I am never in a hurry; I never was in a hurry in my whole life. Hasty people drink the nectar of existence scalding hot; I taste it cool as dew. I proceeded: âApparently, Miss Keeldar, you are as little likely to marry as myself. I know you have refused threeâ ânay, fourâ âadvantageous offers, and, I believe, a fifth. Have you rejected Sir Philip
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